Shh... His Momma Just Loves Him ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

mornings with boyfriend! bakugou. fluff.

Mumbling the lyrics to your current song of obsession, you worked your way around the shared kitchen in the UA dorms with practiced ease.

The sun was still on its way up, and everyone still snug under their covers. It was one of those days where you appreciated the alone time, a quiet space and the beautiful sunrise.

After skilfully chopping up the spring onions, you dumped them into the bowl of beaten eggs. Your hands work smoothly as you’ve done this about a few too many times, waking up earlier than everyone and cooking breakfast for the class. That’s how you unintentionally became the designated class chef as well, not that you had amazing cooking skills like a certain blonde but you were the only one willing to cook for the class.

And speaking of the devil, your blond hedgehog made his way into the living area with tousled hair and sleepy eyes looking as hot as ever. A yawn escaped his lips as he positioned himself behind you at the kitchen counter.

Pressing his hard chest to your back, he snaked his strong arms around the small of your waist while planting a light kiss on the exposed skin of your shoulder. The small action leaving butterflies in your tummy.

Humming in response, you let him stay there latched on you as you prepared the coffee machine that supplied class 3A with their daily burst of adrenaline to survive the day. Unlike them though, you enjoyed a calming cup of green tea to start your day to which your boyfriend had also picked up this habit of yours.

“Mind preparing the tea, babe?” You requested as you ruffled his soft hair affectionately.

He grumbled but you both knew he would do it anyway. Reluctantly letting you go, he went about preparing the tea leaves and hot water as you got to frying the egg-spring onion mixture.

“You don’t have to keep cookin’ for those extras, y’know,” His morning voice tickled your skin– deep and slightly scratchy. Playfully rolling your eyes, you decided to ignore him since the statement was so redundant. “Oi, don’t ya dare ignore me ya brat.”

A chuckle left your lips as you replied, “And who is going to fill your stomach in the morning if not me?”

“I can damn well cook it myself,” He said, throwing away the tea leaves once the water looked a rich green. “ ‘Sides, I taught you how to cook ungrateful brat.“

You giggled and blew him a kiss.

Out of playful spite, he fake caught the kiss and threw it into the bin, a teasing smirk tugging at his mouth.

You let out an offended gasp, flipping him off, a habit that you learned from no other than Katsuki himself. And to no surprise, he happily returned one as well.

The two of you broke apart from the interaction chuckling to yourselves at the light-hearted feud before gathering the drinks and eggs to the main dining area.

“Wanna sit on the couch today?” You asked, situating yourself down on the plush comforter.

He narrowed his eyes at you, “Are ya stupid, why’d you ask me that if ya gonna sit there already, dumbass.”

“Just get your ass here already,” You said jokingly. “– don’t forget my tea too.”

He groaned in response, muttering curse under his breath that sounds like something along the lines of “shitty bossy woman”.

He finally brought the meal and sat himself down next to you, thighs and arms touching.

Finding the contact insufficient, you slinked an arm under his and looped around, securing his arm in yours. Used to your touch, he carried on eating his egg enjoying the cool feel of your skin on his.

From where you sat, you could see the flexing of his jaw muscles as he ate and the fluttering of his lashes when he blinked, taking your breath away at how such a beautiful human was yours.

“Stop staring at me weirdo,” He said as he fed you a piece of egg.

You opened your mouth to close around the fork, humming in appreciation.

“Can’t look at my handsome boyfriend?” You replied as you chewed.

Katsuki clicked his tongue at that but said no more and if the pink tint on his cheeks and averted eyes was any giveaway, you would know that he felt bashful from your comment.

Heart swelling at his reaction, you let out a content sigh, basking in the morning sun and the calming familiar scent of your boyfriend - axe body spray with a hint of caramel. Your head fell against his broad shoulders as you snuggled his arm closer to your body, tightly securing to your chest.

“Love you, ‘suki,” You said as you press a kiss to his bicep, thank god for him wearing his black wifebeaters as it gave you access to his skin and also nicely accentuated his muscles.

A small smile graced his face and he turned to give you a kiss on the top of your head. “Love you too, baby,” he mumbled against your hair.

“You sniffed me didn’t you,” You pointed out.

He visibly stiffened at being caught, but grunted in admission.

God, you love this man to death.

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Well now I’m wondering how Mammon even discovered he could talk to crows after the fall. It could have been an emotional moment where he was venting out his frustrations with his new life, and some crows flew over and lend an ear. It could have been a funny moment where he fell down and a flock started laughing at him. It could have been a bit of both, who knows?

It's hard.

But he doesn't know what's harder.

His aching body, twisted to form something wholly new?

Or the gaping hole that Lilith left behind.

The searing anger of their newest family member.

Or Lucifer's suffocating self-hatred.

The screams of his little brothers as they jolt out of another nightmare.

Or the burning of his eyes as he sacrifices another night of sleep to stay vigilant by their sides.

The old-new-stronger urge for more, more, more.

Or the eternally dark skies and sneers of creatures he'd once mercilessly ploughed through.

It'll get better, he thinks. One day it'll get better. But today. Today it's hard.

So he jumps out a window.

It might be selfish. It definitely is selfish. He needs to get back in there. He needs to keep them all together while they find themselves.

But. But he just wants this time. This five minutes to himself where he can finally grieve. This five minutes to himself where he doesn't have to pretend he's strong. This five minutes to himself where he can break apart before he has to wipe away any lingering tears and pull up a grin and rally the others.

So he jumps out a window.

He fucks up the landing. Put off balance by the slim black leathery wings when he had been expecting large fluffed up white ones.

That's already a silver lining, as off putting as it is. No more preening and much more inconspicuous, probably faster too if he had the chance to test it out.

But he doesn't. Not right now, at least.

Instead he wonders out further into the castle grounds away from his messed up, broken family, away from the too cheerful Prince and his creepy butler.

He eventually plops down under an old dead tree - something you'd never find up there where everything and everyone had to be perfect or else.

He breathes through his nose and stares up at the sky. Another silver lining. The night sky was ethereal.

A shuffling by his side has him jolting, fight or flight kicking in until he makes eye contact with a large black bird, its dark beady little eyes staring up at him.

He's seen them before of course. They seem to litter both the Devildom and the human world.

He sits back down. Watching warily as it hops closer and caws at him - loud and obnoxious.

Asmo would say that he sounded the same and the thought startles him enough that it makes him laugh. It's been the first time he's laughed since even before the Fall and it's because of a stupid fucking bird.

He tells the bird as much and it cocks its little head at him. It's almost cute.

Maybe it's because he hasn't had a chance to talk about it yet. Maybe it's because he's been so focused on holding everyone else together he's forgotten to patch up his own cracks. But he starts talking. He starts talking and he can't stop until his voice his hoarse and his cheeks are wet and the bird has moved closer, head nestled under his palm.

" 'rry," he says once he's calmed down enough, staring down at those little eyes that had never shifted from his face, "ya prob'ly didn't wanta hear all that. But thanks for listenin'."

"Damn, Bro. That really fucking sucks," says the crow.

Mammon shrieks.

Once an Angel, now a Demon, Mammon discovers a new ability.

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hi. im gwen. i have an interview on the 28th for housing to finally escape my physically and emotionally abusive mother, and need to make it to then without relying on her financially because she will use it as an excuse to hit or verbally abuse me.

i also need to buy basic hygiene products (weve run out), groceries, and to pay for transport (its a several hour trip to move because i need to be closer to where im attending uni to remain eligible for the govt payments i receive which barely cover anything)

i like desperately desperately need to get out of here. im disabled and mentally ill and living with her has reduced my functionality to absolute zero, i am in constant pain and unwell from stress 24/7, and its impacting my academic performance as well as the rest of my life.

if you can help or share this itd mean a lot to me and i promise your money isnt being wasted.

(i unfortunately dont have v3nmo or anything of the like because im australian)

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This is what colorism in media looks like.

K.C. Undercover: dark skinned men, light skinned women. the one dark skinned girl is portrayed as mean, apathetic, sadistic, and cruel.

The Proud Family: dark skinned men, light skinned women. dijonay, the only dark skinned girl, is portrayed as "ghetto" and "rachet" alongside her entire family. and suga mama, who can be argued is dark skinned, is portrayed as mean, cruel, and abusive. additionally, trudy, the mother, comes from an entire family of dark skinned people. yet she herself is portrayed as very much light skinned.

trudy proud's family (left) vs trudy proud (right).

The Hate U Give: the dark skinned main character starr on the cover of the book (left), vs. in the movie, where she is played by amandla stenberg (right); a light skinned biracial actor.

nina simone (singer, left) vs zoe saldana (actress, right), who played her in the 2016 biopic "nina".

stagecoach mary (right) vs zazi beetz (left), who played her in "the harder they fall".

ororo munroe (storm, center) vs the actresses that played her in the x-men movies (alexandra shipp - left, halle berry - right).

monster high: clawdeen wolf (right), vs. the actress that plays her in the upcoming monster high live action movie (miia harris, left). it also appears that they artificially darkened the actress' skin for the role.

strawberry shortcake franchise: orange blossom, who was lightened between her 2003 design (left) and 2009 design (right).

The problem is there. You see it. This whole "we're all black at the end of the day" bullshit is the exact mindset hollywood uses to justify the erasure of dark skinned women. None of this will EVER be okay. And the fact that y'all consistently find the same goddamn excuses to justify shit like this is exactly why dark skinned people don't fucking trust y'all.

can we please talk about how fucked up it is to tell someone "stop complaining" when they're clearly having a hard time and need someone to just listen.

no, cause you really should have an idea of how damaging it is, my parents told me that all my life whenever i would be exhausted, angry, sad or just frustrated and want to talk about what's been going wrong, never asked them to give me any solution but please please just listen for once.

it has fucked me in the head, i can't even think about sharing my problem or concerns without feeling guilty that m just complaining and i should be "positive", i can't stop thinking how annoying it must be for the person listening to me, i can't stop thinking that the person must be judging me for being so "pessimistic", can't stop thinking that m just taking their time and wasting it, can't stop thinking that m probably draining them to no end.

it's so fucking hard, i would be having a hard time breathing and just going about everyday but i still can't think about telling someone without thinking if m just complaining, being ungrateful and shit.

tomorrow the russian government is gonna add a few new laws in the criminal code:

1) if you’re posting a fake (fake is literally anything that doesn’t say the offical state information) - it’s a crime = you can go to jail

2) if you’re vocally against the war - it’s a crime = you can go to jail

3) if you’re saying the sanctions are good/are justified - it’s a crime = you can go to jail.

today, some of our opposition media sources were blocked for spreading information that was different from the official media.

today facebook and twitter were blocked in russia, god knows what will happen in the morning. maybe they’ll cut the internet for all I know.

please, spread the word. if some of your russian friends are suddenly disappear from the social media - our government is doing everything for us to rely only on the lies they’re spreading.

i don’t know if they’re checking this site, but I think I can go to jail for this post.

stay alive.

Not because your mother will cry at your loss but because the sun will come out tomorrow and you will not be there to appreciate it. Stay alive because the path will go somewhere exciting and you will not be able to experience it.

Stay alive because your favourite band might release a new song. Or your favourite series might be renewed for a new season. Stay alive because there are twenty thousand more series to hold you in your gloomy days.

Stay alive.

Not because your father will blame himself his whole life but you have a whole world out there for you to see. Because your coffee mug is sitting there waiting to be filled.

Stay alive because your older self is waiting for you to grow up as a wonderful person your father may not be. Stay alive because all the rights are waiting for you to fix them because nobody but you can do it.

Stay alive because the moon is there for you. The stars in the darkest of night need you to look up and admire them.

stay alive.

Not because your siblings will hold your clothes and remember you but your clothes need you to remove their emptiness. The next burger you are going to eat is waiting for you out there. Stay alive because a part of the air around you is reserved only for you to breathe.

Stay alive because a spot in front of the Eiffel Tower where you are standing needs to be in your album. Your streets are waiting for you to come for a walk with headphones on. Your favourite songs are waiting for you to give them that unmatchable attention.

stay alive.

Not because your lover will lose his/her half, but because of those roses in the garden waiting with love to be plucked for love. For that unwritten parchment that wants to be painted with your affection even if no one ever reads it.

Stay alive for the imaginations you have before your sleep and for the dance under the sky you want. For the days you laughed at your own jokes and the days you could not love yourself more.

Stay alive for your bedroom because it will never be the same without you. For the winds because they will never touch any skin in the same way. For the sky because no one will go crazier as you do seeing it changing colours. For the moon and the stars, you see so adoringly that they shine a little brightly for you. For all the songs who you have given a place in your heart. For all your favourite series you carry with you. For all the clothes you wear daily. For the rays of sun you love on your face and for the life that beats within you.

Stay alive for you.

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extremely time consuming. Remember someone actually took time out of their life to create that, time they could’ve used to, idk, sleep, for example

entertainment you’re consuming for free. I can’t stress this enough: you’re enjoying someone else’s craft for free. You paid exactly zero money to look at/read/watch it.

S H A R E D  with you, not made for you. This is the most important point: someone created that, put it online and you found it. No one forced you to consume that fanwork, you C H O S E  to do it. 

Whenever you feel like leaving a mean comment, anonymous hate or make a ~clever post about how ‘lol look at all of these overused tropes every fic writer crams into their fics’ remember you’re being a dick to someone who shared their work with you. You’re not being funny, you’re not being edgy, you’re not being brave for calling something out - you’re being a dick.

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Just thinking about Pro-Hero Red Riot dragging Dynamight along to one of his monthly visits to a local childrens hospital where he turns up in full hero gear to visit the sick children and Bakugou thinks it’s gonna be an absolute waste of time until he sees the way these childrens faces light up at the sight of the two hulking Pro-Heroes coming into the ward.

After the first visit Bakugou finds himself coming back regularly, often with Dynamight merch and toys (some which aren’t even on general sale yet) just to gift it to these children and to watch their faces light up again.

And his PR team keep trying to get him to do interviews, and the paps swarm the outside of the building trying to get the scoop but he refuses to talk to anyone about it. He’s not doing it for the publicity or the rankings, he’s doing it because he wants to. And the only pictures that surface are ones the parents have taken of their children or ones you post of him with them— the softest expression on his face as he gives the kids high fives or crouches down to their level to talk to them face to face. Gauntlet-arms resting on his thighs as he listens to them talk animatedly about heroes and their favourites— one little girl claiming her absolute favourite hero is Deku. And you hear Bakugou scoff and go “Yeah, he’s alright.” But the following week Pro-Hero Deku turns up to meet the girl, claiming that his friend Dynamight sent him.